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Chrysalis



Empty thoughts swarm like a crowd of butterflies in a spring mist.

Something familiar emerging from a cocoon of uncertainty.

The crumbs of memories hidden by fear,

disappearing,

a shell to the wind's mercy.

That is how you made me feel.


Hannah Comrie

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